Well, this gentleman has clearly seen better days. Erin takes a cigar from the box, cuts the tip, and offers it out to Pratt with her best effort at a welcoming grin.

In a rare moment she's thankful to not have eyes so she can't be seen looking at his hand.

"Showed up in Sundries, flavored cigars from..." She turns her head to look down at the box. "...Somewhere. This bad boy here is strawberry, but honestly who knows at this point. I've been through mango, watermelon, and dragonfruit so far. Care to roll the dice with me, Mister...?"